Sometimes, just sometimes. There’s this sudden rush of memories. It makes me miss you. It may be strange. Is this normal? Maybe its not. Maybe it is.
I guess am just human. Maybe its just me. Who knows? Its a world filled with possibility.
But yes, I admit. Sometimes I miss you. I miss us. The we that we had.
Respect. It works both ways. Just like the highway. Its a two way thing.
To gain others respect, one must respect thy self. I truly believe in that.
Some people can be in a relationship and not respect their very own relationship, their partner and themselves too. Why you may wonder? Honestly I wonder too. I’ve seen one to many examples of people who don’t respect relationships. Be it the person in the relationship or someone from the outside.
Lately, many individuals who are in a relationship flirt and throw themselves to others vigorously. They forget their boundaries and lose respect for themselves.
Why do this happen? Are you unhappy with your existing relationship? Are you not in love with your partner? Or are you just a flirt?
To me it all boils down to one main reason, lack of self respect. If you don’t know what’s your worth. Not comfortable with yourself and is such a chameleon wanting oh so badly to fit in. Trying extremely hard to be something you ain’t. That can lead you to loose your own self respect. When you don’t respect yourself (enough), people around you won’t respect you too.
Its totally up to you. If respect is what you’re looking for. Start by learning how to respect yourself first. Eventually you’d be able to respect another being (be it old or young) and any form of relationship.
Remember, respect works both ways.
Happy. That’s how I am feeling right now. Content much.
It’s amazing how my truly close friends noticed this drastic change in me.
Indra mentioned that my twits are less emo and sad. Erfan said he hears only happy and good stuff from me now.
I won’t deny the fact that am back to my old positive self. Indeed it feels good. It’s good that am back here. Am glad for all this goodness in life.
Truly blessed.
xx
I was calling a few ink-jet printers this morning as I had to print A2 size for a presentation. Most of the ones in KL do not provide the services unless it is offset printing or it might take at least a day.
But this dude was the funniest. Please read to be entertained.
Me : Hi. Morning. Do you do A2 printing?
Him : Yes. What type of printing.
Me : Ink-jet printing, coloured. A2 size.
Him : What is A2 size?
Me : What is A2 size? *in disbelief* Double of A3.
Him : Ooh, no, If A2, just go to a photostat shop. They can do.
I was out of words. All I could do was laugh my ass of in amazement. You call yourself a printer and advertise your service on MY88DB. Haha.
Had a conversation with a dear friend a few days back. He said that he is unhappy as he is not the real him. He can’t be true to himself.
It got me thinking. Am I even the real me? Who is the real me?
Looking back I’ve changed and I am not ashamed to admit it. My past has made me who I am. I’m less approachable. Am more blunt. I speak my mind. Am more focused.
I tend to clam things up. I keep things to myself. Rarely do I seek for comfort in others. Why you may wonder. Its because of this tough exterior that I have portrayed for oh so long. Why tarnish it right?
Some lucky people in my life have seen both my strong and weak side. They’ve seen it before because I believe in them. I know they won’t use it against me. To those who have seen both sides. You’re lucky.
Deep down. I know who I am. Am just not ready to share with just about anybody. The one person who once truly knew me inside out has left quite a scar on me.
I am a mixture of a happy sanguine, headstrong choleric, easy going phlegmatic and sensitive melancholic.
Do you know who you are?
